Да ну его

overthinking

Sapphire [Rough Demo]

(To a) Secret Love

Composed 11th Aug 2024. This recording 12th Aug 2024.

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the-great-silence

I’ve been waiting lately 
Like a seed in the darkness 
Waiting for the spring 

Wouldn’t come in summertime
Just salt in the water
The season on my skin

Took a little time to realise
That my mind isn’t always on my side
Open up your eyes
It takes a fool to try and fight the rising tides

I’ve been waiting weightless 
Like a cloud hangs
Waiting for the fall
Like water in the wintertime 
Needing the cold to come
And take shape after all

Took a little time to realise
That my mind isn’t always on my side
Open up your eyes
It takes a fool to try and fight the rising tides
It takes a fool to try and fight the rising tides

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Échos D’un Parapluie Absent

Échos D’un Parapluie Absent by Tom Connell is a captivating piece for piano and light orchestra, where impressionistic beauty meets folk-inspired charm. The flowing melodies and delicate harmonies evoke a wistful yet uplifting atmosphere, reminiscent of rain-soaked landscapes and the quiet poetry of nature.

The piano takes center stage, weaving intricate lines that ripple like raindrops, while the light orchestral accompaniment adds depth and warmth, enhancing the folk elements that lend the piece its distinctive character. This seamless blend of impressionism and folk creates a soundscape that is both timeless and evocative, inviting listeners to immerse themselves in its gentle storytelling.

Échos D’un Parapluie Absent is a harmonious interplay of simplicity and sophistication, celebrating the elegance of understated beauty and the power of music to evoke vivid emotions and imagery.

Échos D’un Parapluie Absent

Reflection of sins

Written and produced by © Don Minolta // Minolta Records
Artist: Dylan Stiggler

Another day
and I’ll be fine
I’ll be leaving this behind
I can only stop and talk
For a moment

Remember when
We moved in
And we’d say
hey over the fence
And we would
take the time
To talk about
The song birds

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

We load the car 
In the garage
The room I used
To play guitar
Where we washed
Our dirty clothes
Was now as quiet
As a roach

We raise the door 
It slides along
The idle motor
Hums a song
As we reverse 
Into the world
It fades to nothing

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

Mister Sampson you take care
As we drive by
But he’s not there
The road is old
the pavement’s cold
The panes are busted

Mister Sampson

SoundCloud, you’re like my diary that nobody reads. I don’t know, I just started playing and singing and these words came out. I feel like I’m trying really hard in every aspect of every single thing. But at the same time, I am doing the bare minimum.

You don’t know.

Thank you for listening. I see you, & I love you. Goodnight.

You Don’t Know

MY SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/6gaAZ9mBHmZF9d6uKF7Pr3?si=cVZGCImySu-Kne8FtduprQ
most of the time im singing alone with a ukulele, but sometimes i sing in a band. 

i like to do covers and overdo harmonies. am i annoying yet?

thanks for listening & visiting. i see you, and i love you. peace & love & Jesus 💜

You Don’t Know

mia rebecca